Shopping spree

After finishing off with Derio, her favorite merchant and only friend, Morana headed to the next stall.

"How much are these?" Morana asked, pointing at the needle and threads.

"Fifteen Yars each." The woman replied.

"Give me two yarns of threads of each of each color and the needles." Morana made sure to get as much as she could because there was so much she had to do and make.

"Of course, I'll pack them up for you." The woman beamed, happy to be making such a huge sale just when she opened up.

After getting her items, Morana made sure to give the woman a generous tip before leaving.

"Thank you, thank you so much." The woman appreciated Morana.

"Thank you too for your service." Morana smiled at the woman warmly before walking off.

Moments like that were the times that made her still have hope in humanity. It reminded her that she shouldn't judge the whole basket based on a few spoilt eggs.

After getting material for the things she needed to sew, Moran went on to the next item on her mental list, jewelry, and clothes.

Although she loved making clothes herself, it didn't hurt to buy a few ready-made clothes for herself and some extra jewleries on top. A girl just loves to be pampered sometimes, even by themselves.

Setting her basket on the side, she went on to try the black dresses she found in the shop albeit limited.

"What is she doing here?"

"I wonder, it's not like she leaves her haunted house anyway so why does she even need clothes?"

While Morana was checking out dresses at a shop, she overheard some girls sneering at her from a corner. The girls made sure to speak loud enough for Morana to hear, but as usual, she ignored them and continued with her shopping.

In spite of being hurt by their words, Morana knew they were correct. She was buying and making new clothes, but barely ever left her home. What was the point of all that?

Just as she was about to let their words ruin her good mood, she came back to her senses. 'Calm down Morana, you don't dress to impress, you dress for yourself.' With that thought in mind, she continued trying on dresses until she settled on three that she really liked.

"Now onto jewleries."

If it wasn't for the veil hiding her face, anyone who saw Moran smiling and talking to herself would think she had a few screws loose but she was just excited to spend her money.

Her late husband left her a hefty inheritance, she had no extra mouth to feed, children to care for, and only got a few chances to shop as much as she liked so over the years retail therapy had become one of her favorite things to do.

Despite the way she carelessly spent money, her spending habits hadn't even made a dent in the fortune she had. In a way, the money was like compensation from the gods for the miserable life they gave her.

"I must have been asleep when the gods were blessing people with luck." She'd always joke whenever she thought about how unlucky life was for her.

At the next stall she visited she grabbed nearly all the shiny pieces of jewelry she could find. Necklaces, earrings, rings, bracelets, and even waist beads for the revealing dresses she made back at home.

As usual, she left a huge tip for the salesman since it was the only way she could share her wealth with others without them refusing her help.

The only thing she didn't know how to make yet were shoes. However, Morana believed that no challenge was insurmountable. For years, she had been trying to learn how to make shoes. Although her attempts had been unsuccessful, she refused to give up.

Until the day she could successfully make a proper pair of shoes, she had to buy them from the market.

She bought seven new pairs of shoes, all black of course but with different designs.

"Now for the best part of the day. Books." Morana squealed as she crossed the street to head to the bookstall she passed by earlier.

Morana had a variety of hobbies, including cooking, embroidery, farming, and designing. However, her favorite pastime was reading. She was an avid reader who could finish a book in less than a day, which allowed her to gain a vast amount of knowledge through her reading.

"May I see your romance books?" She asked the young man by the stall.

Yes, she reads romance books, but that's still gaining knowledge in a way. She was learning how to conquer a man's heart and whatnot. You can never go wrong with a little spice and love.

But of course, she still had to get some actual knowledgable books that weren't solely for entertainment.

Once she got four romance books and two how-to-do-it books to add to her collection, Morana got some pencils and a drawing pad for her creations.

After treating herself to a much-needed shopping spree, Morana finally went grocery shopping. It's funny how food, the most important thing for human survival, was last on her list of priorities.

Since she grew her own vegetables and fruits, and her chickens at her home, the main thing she needed was rice, flour, oil, spices, and the most important one of them all, milk.

It didn't take that much time to pick up the groceries like it did when she was picking clothes and jewelry and the rest.

"I really need to set my priorities straight." She laughed at herself.

As she finished her shopping, the sun had already begun to set and most of the stalls had closed. Her hands were full with all the things she had purchased, to the extent that she could no longer carry them. 

Morana tried calling for carriages but they were either occupied or obviously avoiding having her as a passenger. Just as she was about to give up, she took notice of a young carriage boy standing not too far from where she was.